After my performance and outburst last night, I feel a bit melancholy. I guess I didn't realize just how much I wanted people to try to explore my creation. I went back to Air If Fists' residence and decided to get some answers from her if I could. Leaving a note on her table with a long list of questions while she slept and getting to work on my other tasks in the list that has never stopped getting bigger since my reincarnation to this world.

First things first, I expand my island again, it uses alot of mana and resources but the added land mass means I can house more residents if the need arises. At the far end of the Island I create a thin, tall pillar of black stone, it stretches far into the sky and is big enough for four people to stand on, but more people than that and they'll plummet down to the really sharp spikes below it. I have Sym set a teleportation arrival net there at the top. The goal of this is to allow teleportation of small groups of people, but if an army arrives instant death is what will greet them. Any others can be bodily carried to safety.

I decide not to just leave it at that though, and I summon thin beams of stone to create a room I think I'll call the Bird Cage, since that is what it looks like. On the pillars that make the walls I engrave my laws into the stone, filling it in with a small layer of silver so that it's reflective enough to read from the safe to stand on part of the platform. Satisfied in my creation I fly for the mainland next breathing the whole while, I'm going to need alot more mana than I have access to currently to pull off what I want to do.

My arrival is timed with the rising of the sun, and the awakening of the people who live here. Who begin bustling around and performing the jobs they are tasked with to keep a city like this functioning. The castle in the distance is my goal. It is where the Noble Tomato resides. Just thinking about how much this one mortal has held me back gets me angry and the purple flame flares brighter in my right eye socket. I know what I need to do, and while it is painful to do so, the suffering I will inflict on myself is a pittance to how important my task is. I swing my hand over from left to right, willing forth my desire to appear in the land I float above. Creating things is normally a painless process, but as I've learned that is only true within my domain, this city which I hold no claim over, is going to kick my boney ass. The pain starts as a solid black dungeon wall dome begins materializing, the difference being that dungeon material can't be dug through by the people of this world, and mine isn't a wall on the surface only, it's a sphere, extending under the city as well as over it.

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On the Island of the Dead, as people are just waking up a few have noticed the new landmass and the ominous pillar that appeared with it. Most however are too preoccupied with trying to take shelter in various doorways, under tables and away from the objects falling from shelves as earthquakes pummel their homes. These quakes typically only happen when a Core is destroyed but the residents of the Island have no worry for that. No one has entered the Dungeon, and none of the structures are evaporating as is typical when a Core dies. Something out there is causing the Dungeon pain, and they want no part of it, because to hurt the Reaper it would be miles above their pay grade.

Deep in the Core room unwitnessed by all the Diamond that sits on the Pedestal black as night and surrounded by Purple ethereal flames grows bigger, and a slight yellow glow appears in it. The surface of the diamond is marked by scars from the pains it experienced in the past, but a new pain summons a new score across it's surface, it's deep, almost bisecting the halfway point of the gem itself. If any were there to observe it they would see it filling back in, in realtime. The only observers to the pain being experienced however are a gecko of outrageous size and the billions of spiders silently crying out in compassionate pain for their creator. A horde of large rats stand in unison at the bottom of the cliff face leading to the core, shedding tears in silence for not being able to make the journey upwards, but happy to have had the shared moment of painful compassion shared with the Creator.

To spit in the face of the laws set forth by the Gods and smile at the punishment received in recognition of the value of breaking the laws in this case. Thomas would likely never know that his creations understood at least that much of what was happening. Moreover, that his creations dreams and hopes, were what was keeping him from his second death. The will of monsters explaining enough of the situation to stay the Gods from smiting the strange Core from another world. They knew of the people up above, the plights they had suffered and the joys they had experienced. They didn't know the words of the people but all of Thomas' Memories and feelings towards them, that they understood. With the damage healed, and all the shaking done on the island for the present moment, the only thoughts and emotions that came through their connection with the Creator, was one word, a singular solid word that none of the monsters had a full comprehension of, but the raw emotion explained in detail. Death, suffering, pain, vengeance for the suffering caused by another unjustly.

WAR